Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is this not why you're

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn up

There's never been a nigga this good for this
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
so many different flows
This ones for this
The next one I'll up
This one get bit up
These
To lazy to make up
They
They don't paint
They trace me
You know
Soon they forget who they
They whole from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For myself and
I say a big I'm only biggin' up my brother
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own is foolish
So the and things you sing about
em out
It's to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What can I tell you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer than
And I'm for more
New ambassador
Prime Minister back to my business up

What can I say?
more can I do?
I this all to you
I know this is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You already know I'm about
Flying birds south
Moving wet off the
Purple Rain in the
on hoes
Brushing off my
But nothing on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I make
Benz for
Friends they
Private down to Turks and Caheos
Chrys case
I don't a shit
Nigga one life to live I let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
to death
Head to toe the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
Give me a crisp pair of nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a cipher
more can I say Guru play the beat

We gonna let this ride the hook
I'ma snap my on this one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
When got you in a mag
For like a billi
And your ass ain't

That mean shit you write must be illy
that or your flow is silly
It's
I don't mean to
But damn if I brag
crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ads
The Stewart
That's far from
Far from a student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In fact I'm previewing it
This ain't the show I'm EQ'in it
One, two and I won't abusing it
To girls stop false accusing it
Back to the
The Maybach is translucent
Niggas got a problem
up be
They can't up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
I'ma
God forgive me for my brash
But I vividly
What streets did to me
So me
Letting these clowns nit at me
Paint me a pickiny
I will
Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please me
Then squeeze until forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't never
Nigga why would I ever
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come here
Excluding
Look I embody
The soul of a hustler I really ran the
I mine
That plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of
Or up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the real shit you get when you bust my lines
Add that to the fact I plat a bunch of times
that by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be number one on list
We'll see what happens I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)